Friday, 11 July 2014

Ile Erupe (Sand House)

A storm has blown the dust to rest
And all our conquests are now lies
A storm has taken away my best
And yet the rest of the world passes by
Our lives of warmth and dust
And the ones unlived and dry
The ones that once loved the most
This still lands now deny

This home is that of sand
Unworthy to keep alive
Please come in only to rest
And at sunrise, just pass by
                                                                                                                For the winds that come
Don’t sleep too long
They return at noon and night
To steal the best and silence love songs

My home is that of sand
This is my lot in life
My home is that of sand
Be my friend, share my life

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